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Fuck call centres. Fuck corporate bullshit. Fuck wage slavery. You're a person, not a fucking number.
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Menial work for the minimum wage,
Vacuous stare, feel my brain disengage.
Used like a puppet part of a machine,
Wasting your time and crushing your dreams.
Nose to the grindstone, hang in by a thread,
If this is what life is I'd rather be dead.
Apathy infects you like a fucking disease,
Same shit every day - it's slave, rinse, repeat.
Sometimes I feel like I'm losing control
When life is mundane it will consume your soul
Sometimes I feel like I've lost control
Drink myself to death and slowly decompose
SLAVE RINSE REPEAT! SLAVE RINSE REPEAT!
Arduous labour grinds fingers to bone,
Watching the clock til it's time to go home.
Glroified pen pushing corporate whore,
You're just a number - not anything more.
Name on a contract, sign your life away,
Demoralised, criticized, cognizance decayed.
Increase the workload, decrease the pay,
Wither and die - your life slips away.
Sometimes I feel like I'm losing control
When life is mundane it will consume your soul
Sometimes I feel like I've lost control
Drink myself to death and slowly decompose
SLAVE RINSE REPEAT! SLAVE RINSE REPEAT!
Gainful employment, you work til you die,
Life on the breadline as the world gentrifies!
Payscale stagnates, it rarely increases,
Scrabbling to live, what's wrong with our species?
Exponential growth of feelings of stress,
Distressed and anxious I suffer depressed.
Dream about quitting and ending it all,
Leaving the business to die on the dole!
Sometimes I feel like I'm losing control
When life is mundane it will consume your soul
Sometimes I feel like I've lost control
Drink myself to death and slowly decompose
SLAVE RINSE REPEAT! SLAVE RINSE REPEAT!
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